My Dear Dove 🕊️

My dear dove,
I can't explain this love.
It's not romantic—
It’s deeper, it’s frantic, it's quiet, it's ecstatic.

Not meant to be caged,
And no, you're not damaged.
You were born to roam free,
To be, just be, without judgment—just seen.

Thou art something special to me,
And it’s fine if thou cannot see.
But I will stay until the end,
Each time you call, I'll bend.

So fear not the road ahead,
You shall not break, nor be left or dead.
The path may be twisted and rough,
But we sip from the same cup when it gets tough.

Thou art not alone,
Nor meant to bear such weight on thine own.
Just breathe, and cling to hope,
For I am here—always—with the rope.